Love Poem: A Love of No Living - a Love of No Title

A Love of No Living - a Love of No Title

Love was an unlikeable to the old, yet it was love of joy to no livings. 
It was just a thought when it faded away, 
It was of happiness when it quickly happened. 

When I thought it's going to make it, 
It snapped out of the world, to the new place. 
That's love - it's a matter of joy nor sadness 
Yet it's a whole mixture of both. 
I to love thee, thee love to no living. 

It derailed and drove a smile on a beautiful soul, 
It took the best out of it,
It made the changes that have come through the use of it 
It created the tears of a sudden death. 

That's love. 
It's of no living